Jawas

They are everywhere and nowhere. I walk past them everyday and may never see them, even though they are covered in blaze orange. I can never for sure say I've seen the face of one of them (This is the reason for the title). The street cleaners. They are the fungus of the city. At first that may sound a bit harsh. And at first it is. No one notices them but they are there, quietly sweeping up all forms of trash. This is another case where littering isn't so bad, because it provides jobs for people, jobs which would disappear if everyone threw away his own trash or properly disposed of his cigarette butt. But there they are, the tireless, faceless ones with insatiable appetite for wrappers,a lone chopstick, another housing flyer, or anything else that touched the ground unwanted. They even have been sweeping up nature itself. Treating golden leaves as though the trees had thrown them down from their branches in disgust. Or water, one wouldn't think it possible but I have witnessed one sweeping up water to be moved so that the mighty million-footed economy can keep rushing by (I guess that includes me). The fungus is what allows for new growth in a forest and likewise this orange army keeps the perpetually slightly dirty city from being overwhelmed by trash. I respect them, and the people of Wuhan are indebted to their unceasing service.